Snack No Supper

(huff) I filled your bowl with your favorite blend

Organic chicken, hand-mixed for my friend

You sniffed the top,

then you looked away

Like I served you ashes on a silver tray (sigh)

You walk to the cabinet

and stare at the door

With those big brown eyes looking up from the floor

Oh, you won't eat your supper

But you want a little treat

No, you won't eat your supper

But you're begging at my feet

For a crunchy little biscuit

Or a piece of salty cheese

Oh, you won't eat your supper But you're saying pretty please (woof)

You act like you're starving,

a tragic display

Though your full dinner bowl is just feet away

You do all your tricks with a dramatic spin

Just to get that one little biscuit

again

Oh, you won't eat your supper

But you want a little treat

No, you won't eat your supper

But you're begging at my feet

For a crunchy little biscuit Or a piece of salty cheese Oh,

you won't eat your supper But you're saying pretty please (pant pant)

Alright, just one

But tomorrow you eat your real food (okay?)